Where are you now,
where are you now?
Do you ever think of me?
In the quiet, in the crowd?
— Mumford and Sons (via withallmyheeeart)
Do not touch me if you have any intent to leave. Handprints are like tattoos, they lasts forever.
— (via strandgutstrandgut)
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via larmoyante)